Belly Button Tickle Novels & Stories

There’s no effect for him. “Wow!” I slap his chest. “You are really have an amazing body Jeoff! You are not even bothered by my tickle! Can you give me a hint where is your tickle part Jeoff?!” and I try again. Under his arm… stomach and even… his … no. I am not allowed to do something at his lower body.

It was the only aspect I was better than her. 'Hah. Since I am also better at running away from my problems.' I stopped for my breathing to normal. While She came from behind me tickling me. Oh, I forgot to tell you I was always a ticklish person. Even if someone just touches me in sensitive places I get tickled. She hands-on me; my stomach. As she pressed her fingers near my belly button. "Haha. Stop it, Nikki, please. I swear I will not do it again." I thrashed my hand to hers trying to stop her but she is the strong one. She Held mine in one. Without any extra effort.

He chuckled and moved his mouth to my other breast, sucking lightly on it. He moved his mouth back to my belly button, placing his tongue flat upon it before pushing himself up again. He looked at me with a hint of amusement in his eyes and then proceeded to lick my belly button. My legs fell open slightly, and I held my breath, waiting for him to continue.

She smiles up at me as I decide to take this a bit slower than we did earlier. I kiss my way down her body, my cock hard as a rock the whole time. When I get to her belly button I dip my tongue into it and smile when she laughs. "Stop, that is so ticklish." I shrug as I make my way down to her core, ready to lick her clean just to dirty her up again. "Well then, I guess you don't want me to lick down here, do you?"

Pointing to the TV, she added, "That's a hell of an Adam's apple you got all of a sudden." Her mother laughed again, and said, "Oh, you saw it all right! The trick has to do with your gag reflex. It turns out that it's only located at the entrance to your throat, not inside it. If he pokes his knob into your throat quickly enough, the gag-trigger gets shoved aside before it can make you even flinch. Oh, but make sure when he pulls it out, he does that quickly, too. Your sneaky little gag-reflex will be there waiting on the exit, as well."

He played with the ring with his tongue before slowly tracing down to my belly button. "Mmm, no underwear? Interesting choice. Just don't bend over in this dress," he mumbled between kisses. As his stubbly lips brushed against the sensitive skin near my hip, I couldn't help but giggle. I tugged at his blonde hair, causing him to look up. "Ticklish?" he asked. "Very," I admitted, without thinking my answer through. Without warning, Drake launched a playful assault, his fingers digging into my sides. I tried tickling him back, and I was delighted to discover that he was just as vulnerable to the sensation.

Then his hand moved suddenly to my navel which was a bit exposed through he has his grip on my hands overhead and the upper part of my top was raised, putting his middle finger on my navel he started to make circles there finally placing hard press over my naval making me tremble under his dominance. When he got satisfied rubbing my belly button over and over he started to remove the bottom of my jeans after pinching the skin of the belly button which made me wince in a little pain. I was again lost in his passion and couldn’t think anything right. It feels so right with this man even if this is wrong.

I take a hop backwards. “Don’t do what?” He scrunches his face, trying not to laugh. “Do NOT tickle me, Keller! Get me out of here!” I feel myself trying not to laugh with him. “Come on. It’s not funny!” “Are you sure, Pocket? Cause it looks pretty funny and you’re laughing at yourself.” He snorts as he puts his hands under the lights around my waist and squeezes, making me squirm. I squeal at the ticklish sensation. Keller raises his eyebrows and tilts his head at me. Just when I think it’s safe, he tickles me mercilessly, making me slip into his arms. He falls back on the floor, using his body to buffer my collapse.

She always laughs when I do it because she says it tickles. As it happened this time, she was giggling while trying to pull my hair to stop. “Honey, I want to do it slowly.” “But you're making me ticklish.” “Really? Like this?” I deliberately blew on her belly button which made her squirm even more. I took both her hands and brought them above her head. Then I continued to lick her pink pussy. “I like the color, it looks like a strawberry milkshake.” “Is it necessary to describe the color?”

I decided to put her out of her misery and dip my tongue in her belly button. "Oh yesss!" she moaned and arched high off the bed. Though sexy as sin, that reaction surprised me and I wanted to see it again. her belly button was definitely one of her sensitive spots. I made love to her belly button passionately with my tongue. I've never heard so many moans from someone just by having their belly button played with. Lillian probably pulled out a few strands of my hair as I did this to her. I ceased when I was positive she was going to explode. I would love to take body shots off of her body.